The girl went back to the door where the old lady stood.
"Share a little good news with me in the midst of all our trouble," she said; "my dear boy—my grandson—is coming home."
Sarah's first thought was one of regret—every thing would be so changed by the arrival of a stranger; but that was only a passing pang of selfishness; her next reflection was one of unalloyed delight, for the sake of that aged couple.
"I am very glad, dear madame; his coming will do his grandfather so much good."
"Yes, indeed; more than all the doctors in the world."
"When do you expect him?"
"Any day, now; he was to sail a few days after the ship that brought these letters, and as this vessel has been detained by an accident, he can not be far away."
"I am to go back to school to-day," said Sarah, regretfully.
"But you will be with us almost as much," replied Mrs. Danforth. "I have your mother's permission, and will go myself to speak with Madame. You will run over every day to your lessons, but you will live here; we can not lose our pet so soon."
"You are very kind—oh, so kind," Sarah said, quite radiant at the thought of not being confined any longer in the dark old school-building.